Chapter 1468: Don’t Panic, Maybe I Can Save Him

Chapter 1468: Chapter 1468: Don’t Panic, Maybe I Can Save Him

Yang Yan narrowed his eyes for a moment and said to the two of them, "There was an assassin before who was about the same level as you. You are..."

Hearing Yang Yan’s words, thick hatred surfaced on both their faces.

The thin man on the right said coldly, "That was our disciple. Today we’ll use your blood as a sacrifice to honor his spirit in heaven."

Mo Lian’s face was no longer as calm as before; he twisted into a vicious grin. "Why waste words on him? Let’s erase him right now, and take his Divine Format while we’re at it."

As soon as his voice fell, three figures rushed at Yang Yan in a triangular formation.

"I’ll use you lot to practice my moves today. Three Thousand Incarnations!"

Yang Yan snorted coldly. Golden light exploded from his whole body, his fists clenched, his body trembled, and two figures identical to him instantly appeared at his sides.

At first they were somewhat illusory, but very soon they solidified.

"Come then!"

The three Yang Yans attacked at the same time. The one in the middle wielded the World-Ending Demon Spear, while the ones to the left and right were Star Night and Asura respectively.

Mo Lian was the first to bear the brunt. When he saw the World-Ending Demon Spear streaking toward him, his expression changed drastically; he immediately gathered all his black mist, condensing it into a huge axe in his hands, and hacked straight toward Yang Yan.

Roar!

The black axe cleaved out, transforming into a gigantic black Flood Dragon, its bloody maw yawning as it roared and lunged at Yang Yan.

"A mere Evil Flood Dragon that hasn’t even become a true dragon, and you still dare bring it out to disgrace yourself."

Yang Yan flicked his sleeve, revealing a single finger of his left hand, around which a strand of dazzling golden aura had somehow begun to coil.

"Break!"

Yang Yan pointed in midair, True Qi shooting toward the Flood Dragon. It was precisely the Heaven-Breaking Finger Fu Xi had passed down to him.

Just as that beam of light was about to clash with the black Flood Dragon, a heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping roar rang out.

The strand of True Qi transformed into a five-clawed Giant Dragon of blazing gold.

That was a true dragon. Wild Dragon Qi erupted in an instant, and the Flood Dragon that had been menacing just a moment before shuddered all over, trembling uncontrollably.

The Giant Dragon opened its maw and swallowed it down at once.

After devouring the Flood Dragon, the Giant Dragon did not slow; it pounced straight at Mo Lian.

Its claws swept across, instantly carving a ghastly blood groove in his shoulder.

Black blood gushed out, rapidly soaking half his body.

In truth, for the Demon Race with their formidable physiques, physical damage was usually hardly worth mentioning.

But this Giant Dragon’s body carried Immortal Power fused with Wish Power, and it tore directly into his soul.

At the same time, the other two Yang Yans were locked in combat with the other two demons.

At this moment, the Yang Yan holding the World-Ending Demon Spear freed a hand and lunged straight at the masked Fatty.

Unfortunately, that fellow seemed to have sensed the danger long ago. With one palm he knocked aside the Asura incarnation of the other Yang Yan, his figure flickering as he slipped into the Void.

He just managed to dodge the fatal strike of the World-Ending Demon Spear from behind.

As for the other thin figure, he didn’t hesitate at all, retreating rapidly and likewise diving into the Void.

Light flashed in Yang Yan’s eyes, and the two incarnations instantly merged back into him. In the next moment, golden chains coiled around his body, carrying a mighty aura of the Great Dao.

The two figures, caught off guard, were bound in midair and slowly forced to reveal themselves.

Yang Yan’s hands formed seals in rapid succession, and ten swords appeared around him!

Five Elements Extreme Soldiers!

Not far away, when Mo Lian saw this scene, his eyes instantly bulged.

This is...

Mirror Image Law!

While he was still staring, dumbfounded, the ten Extreme Soldiers formed a circle and began spinning madly.

Crack!

As a bolt of lightning streaked out, a massive golden thundercloud appeared above the two men locked in midair.

Military Technique—Soldier Control Technique!

Celestial Thunder was summoned; the ten Five Elements Extreme Soldiers immediately split into two groups, five per person, encircling each of them completely.

The Power of the Five Elements blossomed simultaneously above them, resonating with each other and radiating a terrifying Five Elements aura that kept converging onto their bodies.

Rumble!

Two thunderbolts fell without warning, striking down on the heads of those two demons.

Ah—

With a cry of agony, black smoke billowed from their bodies. The Divine Souls that sought to flee were wrapped by golden lightning, soaring up in a blaze of dazzling flame.

Mo Lian’s gaze sank; a retreating intent instantly rose in his heart.

The tide had turned—he must not linger in battle!

Thinking this, Mo Lian did not stay another second. His figure flickered and vanished into the Void.

As for the Demon Race Warriors he had brought, they no longer factored into his calculations at all.

Escape, escape, escape!

He had to flee this place at the fastest possible speed, or he would truly die without even a burial site.

He had never imagined that Yang Yan would have such overwhelming power, like a War God incarnate, utterly unshakable.

"You want to flee? Too late."

Yang Yan barked lightly, his figure flickering as the World-Ending Demon Spear in his hand blazed with dazzling golden light. He hurled it viciously toward Mo Lian’s position.

The World-Ending Demon Spear flew as if it had eyes of its own. Although Mo Lian shifted his position at least ten times in that instant, he still could not escape his doom.

Poof!

With a muffled sound, Mo Lian’s body was pierced through the chest by the World-Ending Demon Spear.

Black blood slowly flowed down along the spear’s shaft. Mo Lian’s eyes were still open, filled with unwillingness.

In the end, his body swelled violently, then with a bang, turned into a cloud of black mist and vanished.

"Ah! The Demon Marshal is dead!" Down below, those still fighting noticed this and cried out in grief.

As this news spread, the tens of thousands of Demon Race forces instantly lost the courage to fight and began retreating like a receding tide.

The black mist started to scatter, and in less than half a stick of incense, Lingming and Blood Slaughter emerged.

At this moment Lingming was bathed head to toe in the Demon Race’s blood, black as ink. The eyes that had once been weathered and calm now shone with a bloodthirsty light.

That kind of gaze should have belonged to Blood Slaughter.

But this time, the Elf clan’s great elder had truly gone berserk with killing.

He bellowed in fury, "No one leaves, none of you are allowed to leave! You all have to die—let me avenge Old Blood!"

Yang Yan whipped his head around to look, and his gaze instantly darkened, murder rising in his own eyes as well.

Blood Slaughter’s figure was standing on the ground at this moment, eyes bulging in rage. His entire body was studded with blades and swords, his blood already drained dry.

Yet he still stood stubbornly, eyes wide, battle axe raised high, frozen in a cleaving posture...

Yang Yan’s figure flickered, and he almost directly appeared before Blood Slaughter, shouting in agitation, "Senior, senior, wake up! We still haven’t sat down to drink and talk our fill!"

Lingming was wiping his tears off to the side as well.

A comrade of a thousand years, a good brother, gone just like that.

"Don’t panic, everyone. Perhaps I can save him."

Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice sounded beside them.

Yang Yan turned his head, and somehow, several handsome men in green Daoist robes had appeared in front of them.

"And you are?"

Yang Yan’s heart gave a jolt as he asked in puzzlement.

For them to evade his perception, these people were definitely not simple.